Swerve Me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with Iron Rails, whereon my Soul is Grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' bed, unerringly I rush!
- Captain Ahab -
Tom and I worked from sunrise to sunset!
Right now I want to weld myself a new spine! I hurt all over! Why couldn't I sculpt in Yarn or do Pencil Drawings?
...to be continued
1 comment:
I forgot to tell you that while you were slaving away, Mark and I were drinking Mai Tais. Playing on the TV? MOBY DICK.
xo
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